What is it with Jack and forks? Does he eat soup with one too? Because it's what he uses for both Jello and ice cream.
Darn right it's gourmet cuisine. I used to frequent Ben & Jerry's when there was only one store, a converted gas station in downtown Burlington, VT. Ben or Jerry scooped out the ice cream and talked up their wares. Ben's the more social and outgoing of the two.
The year that my husband started med school and I started grad school out in Ann Arbor, Time Magazine had a cover story on ice cream, specifically regional premium dairies that were just beginning to make ice cream for a wider market. My inlaws had given us a subscription to Time as a present, and when the issue came, I opened it up and turned to the beginning of the story, and read "What you have to understand is that Ben & Jerry's make the finest ice cream in the entire world."
I'd been trying my best to ignore, suppress, and compartmentalize my homesickness for most of that year, and I was doing a pretty good job of it up to that point, but I read that, and it all came crashing over me in a tidal wave.
"I want to go HOME!" I wailed.
We did. Three years later.
The people in Ann Arbor were nice. There were good bookstores (including the only Borders then in existence) and there were some great restaurants ( I remember the Afghan Home Restaurant with particular fondness, along with the cheap but tasty Greek diner near the central campus). The landscape was too damn flat, and and I got a little tired of explaining that no, I wasn't going back to England for my break, as my family had left there in the 1600's.
I love living where when the elementary school plans a field trip involving travel north, they make sure to include a secondary trip to tour the Ben & Jerry's factory on the way home. Where when the Summer Olympics are on people wonder why there isn't more coverage of field hockey, instead of marveling that there is actually this weird sport where they play a game like soccer, but with sticks and a very hard ball. Where McDonalds makes an exemption for franchisees who want to serve real maple syrup at their restaurants instead of "maple flavored syrup", because the locals know the difference, and won't settle for less. Where a fellow who thought he could move in from Massachusetts and live in his summer home so he could use his millions to buy a Senatorial seat lost in the primaries to a retired dairy farmer because in a debate the farmer asked him to tell the audience (who knew) what a hay tedder was, and the Massachusetts business man had no clue.
Coffee Toffee Crunch is the very bestest flavour. ;)
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Darn right it's gourmet cuisine. I used to frequent Ben & Jerry's when there was only one store, a converted gas station in downtown Burlington, VT. Ben or Jerry scooped out the ice cream and talked up their wares. Ben's the more social and outgoing of the two.
The year that my husband started med school and I started grad school out in Ann Arbor, Time Magazine had a cover story on ice cream, specifically regional premium dairies that were just beginning to make ice cream for a wider market. My inlaws had given us a subscription to Time as a present, and when the issue came, I opened it up and turned to the beginning of the story, and read "What you have to understand is that Ben & Jerry's make the finest ice cream in the entire world."
I'd been trying my best to ignore, suppress, and compartmentalize my homesickness for most of that year, and I was doing a pretty good job of it up to that point, but I read that, and it all came crashing over me in a tidal wave.
"I want to go HOME!" I wailed.
We did. Three years later.
The people in Ann Arbor were nice. There were good bookstores (including the only Borders then in existence) and there were some great restaurants ( I remember the Afghan Home Restaurant with particular fondness, along with the cheap but tasty Greek diner near the central campus). The landscape was too damn flat, and and I got a little tired of explaining that no, I wasn't going back to England for my break, as my family had left there in the 1600's.
I love living where when the elementary school plans a field trip involving travel north, they make sure to include a secondary trip to tour the Ben & Jerry's factory on the way home. Where when the Summer Olympics are on people wonder why there isn't more coverage of field hockey, instead of marveling that there is actually this weird sport where they play a game like soccer, but with sticks and a very hard ball. Where McDonalds makes an exemption for franchisees who want to serve real maple syrup at their restaurants instead of "maple flavored syrup", because the locals know the difference, and won't settle for less. Where a fellow who thought he could move in from Massachusetts and live in his summer home so he could use his millions to buy a Senatorial seat lost in the primaries to a retired dairy farmer because in a debate the farmer asked him to tell the audience (who knew) what a hay tedder was, and the Massachusetts business man had no clue.
Coffee Toffee Crunch is the very bestest flavour. ;)